Joyful, joyful

My niece's annual dance show tonight.

It's funny watching the wee toddler dancers, some to shy to even come on the stage, and remembering that she was once like that.

Now of course, she seems to me like a pro, and her routines were fabulous.

It occurred to me that her talent is almost exactly opposite to mine: I'm quite good at thinking and being still. And she is all about feelings and movement.